Belka, Why Don't You Bark?

Belka, Why Don't You Bark?

Hideo Furukawa

Language: English

Pages: 368

ISBN: 1421549379

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

The history of the contemporary world, as seen thr

Belka, Why Don’t You Bark? begins in 1943, when Japanese troops retreat from the Aleutian island of Kiska, leaving four military dogs behind. One of them dies in isolation, and the others are taken under the protection of U.S. troops. Meanwhile, in the USSR, a KGB military dog handler kidnaps the daughter of a Japanese yakuza. Named after the Russian astronaut dog Strelka, the girl develops a psychic connection with canines. A multi-generational epic as seen through the eyes of man’s best friend, the dogs who are used as mere tools for the benefit of humankind gradually discover their true selves, and learn something about us.

material from which the new reality was fashioned. Two Soviet heroes. A male dog named Belka and a bitch named Strelka. It had all started with them. And it was continuing with them. In 1982. A dog and a bitch, heirs to the same names. And in 1983. And in 1984. And in 1985. Their line continued, unbroken. A unit of killers who would fight the anticapitalist war, training in the very real Arctic. In short, “S” had its origins in Khrushchev’s

When you joined them, you united two different worlds with different values. Your mutual love obliterated every meaning that had been invested in you. The destinies of two bloodlines crossed, and you were a family. You lived as a family in a “nest” that Sumer found. In a railroad switchyard, at the edge of the classification yard, where the freight trains stood as though abandoned. Almost no one came here behind the arrival tracks. Sumer settled on a boxcar. She led the children

First the puppies felt it. They vomited, shivered; their eyes were blank. What terrible punishment was this? Incapable of comprehending what was happening, what it meant to be seasick, the five puppies succumbed. Kita, the Hokkaido, was the next to go. He was the only non–German shepherd, and his symptoms were even worse. Masao, meanwhile, was fine. He remembered having made this crossing to the Aleutians once before. Boarding a similar ship, a transport ship or a destroyer or whatever it was,

they called him the Hellhound. That, at any rate, was the name he used in the ring. The Hellhound was a luchador. The Hellhound was active in entertainment wrestling, known as lucha libre, “free fighting,” a sport that had been practiced in Mexico since 1933. Of course, he donned a dog mask in the ring and fought as a dogman. His special maneuvers were the Dog-Hold and the Dog-Bite, the latter delivered to the top of his opponent’s head. He also did a torpedo kick called the St.

bonehead,” the girl said. She was the Don’s third daughter. Thirteen years old. “Don’t let it get you down. I think you’re great.” Huh? Me? You do? Six months later, he had recovered. So that was your master’s story. The melodrama of your alter ego’s life until 1971. But you, Cabron, you were living your own melodrama. From the time you turned eight months old and spilled seed for the first time, you rarely had a problem getting it. Who could resist you? As long as your alter